Chapter 10
Felize Navidad began, following an advertisement for a pancake dinner at the firehouse that evening. This information barely registered with Drew as he attempted to process what he’d just witnessed. The illusion had popped, the wool freed from his eyes, and now Drew saw Artem for what he truly was, the demon he’d been born. And it disturbed Drew, the way Artem was able to control that man, prompting him to walk out in front of a moving vehicle. At present he should have whisked them away from the scene before someone pointed a finger in their direction, but his hands were shaking and he questioned his ability to drive.
A glance at Artem revealed him to be sitting there like a chastised child, having adopted his favorite pose; hands in his lap, head down. There was a stab of gu
